It Will Be
Rain has seeded the globes where they grew
bent and bowed the nettles from the hedge-gap.
Wind ruffles and sways the blossoming May.
Faster than parallax, lowest grey slides.
Away with you, deep gloom, the sun brights through,
as clouds are thinning wool-packs, pastelling,
the topmost fading to a raked solute,
faint prints or traces above scudding skeins.
Now it's evident how highest shrouds poise
while lower brethren hustle and jostle
bearing what darks they can across the sun
and they can.
Gusts susurrus in tree tops,
flap my first draft, muss with my unbrushed hair.
Strong sun shines free; and that is all I care.
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Bi-Polar
'Sunny intervals and showers' it is then,
a pale phrase for the bi-polarity,
the sweet elation, the deep depression,
the Dr. Jekyll and the Mr Hyde.
Great dramas wrack our cloudy scenery:
faces, figures pose in silver linings;
and then, in that grey-curtained interval
sprinklers spray the whole auditorium.
Mind you, in Act Four, they're set off again,
for the rainbow. Oh, no! Put hats on
wear good woollies too. Very absorbent.
Suddenly everything's sun mirroring,
dark deepening shade. Blackbird belts it out;
and the poem better be finished in time.
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Bare Shouldered
Poesía"The difference of high Sensations with and without knowledge appears to me this - in the latter case we are falling continually ten thousand fathoms deep and being blown up again without wings and with all [the] horror of a bare shouldered Creature...
